Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 344 Flesh and Blood Magic Potion
The crucible "gurgled" with dark green bubbles, spreading out in the air, presenting a decaying smell.

The thick spellbook floated in front of the cauldron, and Voldemort crushed the narcissus in his hand as he examined its contents.

"Master, what is the function of Narcissus?"

Bella, who was under Voldemort's hands, asked while arranging the chopping board.

"Psychic, Bella, enhance the adaptability of the soul after entering the body."

Voldemort looked away from the book and looked at the crushed narcissus in his hands.

"Do you need to control it in a special area?" Bella said, pointing to one end of the crucible, "For example, when the body is born, it is close to the head."

"It would work better that way, Bella." Voldemort shrugged. "But I won't do it."

"Why?" Bella asked.

"Because the resurrection of the flesh and blood magic potion is different from the limb potion. It doesn't rely on most of your body to grow a new part."

Voldemort simply stopped what he was doing and said, "It's more like...recalling, yes, recalling the body you once had.

"Of course, not all of them."

He added another sentence at the end to avoid Bella's misunderstanding.

"recall?"

Bella's eyes widened; she didn't seem to understand what Voldemort meant.

"Yes, Bella, it's like using the Flying Charm to make the lost arm fly back, but in fact... because of the different choices of flesh and blood, sometimes, or most of the time, this recall will cause confusion."

Voldemort shook his head, "It's magical, but it's not safe."

This is his true inner thought.

If there is a better way to resurrect, Voldemort will decisively give up this option.

Because the results of different flesh and blood are very different, and this is an irreversible process.

In other words.

Once the soul enters the new body, the "person" in the full sense really exists.

Do it all over again?
Yes, but the soul must be separated again, which is to make a living person a dead person in the traditional sense.

And that was obviously unacceptable to Voldemort, who had experienced one death.

Therefore, facing this extremely low-controllable resurrection ceremony, Voldemort felt a little uneasy.

After shaking his head, Voldemort put aside his distracting thoughts and continued to deal with Narcissus.

"But I still don't understand, Narcissus can't concentrate..."

"Because there are too many uncertainties in the recall, and the unpredictable regularity of the appearance of the body, I cannot be sure which side of the cauldron the head is on," interrupted Voldemort.

Bella nodded, frowned and thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any way to reduce the danger of resurrection?"

"Of course, among the three important materials of flesh and blood, the ones with magic power are reduced..."

"You mean Muggles?" Bella's surprised voice became much sharper.

Voldemort turned his head to look at her in surprise, then nodded and said, "Yes, for example, I choose my father's bones."

"Would you choose that?" Bella asked tremblingly.

Voldemort felt that if she nodded, her faith might collapse.

"Of course not, Bella, I choose my mother's bone, and I have found it." Voldemort patted his waist pocket and said.

He entrusted Senior Abu to do this, and it was confirmed by special magic that it was true.

Most of the time, Senior Abu is reliable, except for his contempt for Muggles that comes from the depths of his soul.

"That's great, master, whose blood and flesh would you choose?" Bella asked again.

"The blood has been selected, the problem is the meat, Bella, this makes me a little tangled."

Voldemort stopped what he was doing again, and his eyes were a little blank.

He really struggled with this choice.

Wormtail?
God forbid, he wouldn't have made that choice if he wasn't his crazy, noseless self.

Little Crouch?

He thought it was good, but Crouch's too stubborn character was not to his liking.

And Lucius is a bit weak, Bella is a bit crazy, Old Nott is essentially his peer, and Senior Abu also has the same problem.

and so……

Going around in a big circle, Voldemort has not yet made a final choice.

"Maybe I will leave this choice to fate in the end."

Voldemort smiled, then turned around and said, "But what makes me curious is why you didn't want to donate your own flesh."

Bella froze for a moment, but then immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Of course I am willing, master, that is my honor."

Voldemort smiled at him, but didn't comment on it.

He won't choose Bella because he doesn't want to be crazy.

As one of the three most important raw materials for the resurrection potion, Voldemort was very careful about their selection.

"But if you don't determine it in advance, your potion ratio..."

Seeing that Voldemort was not angry, Bella got up and asked again.

"No matter whose meat it is, Bella, it must belong to a dark wizard, so the choice has already been confirmed."

Voldemort said as he put the ground narcissus in.

Bella nodded and stopped asking new questions.

And Voldemort also focused on the potion. With the placement of the narcissus, the potion had begun to change in color.

It starts from dark green and gradually becomes lighter, which is a good sign.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Voldemort began to stir the potion, allowing the narcissus to blend more fully.

When the potion turned emerald green, he finally stopped stirring.

"If something goes wrong, Bella, you know what to do," Voldemort said softly.

"Yes, master." Bella nodded.

This was already the third attempt by the two in a month, so Voldemort didn't say anything more.

He tapped the wand between his eyebrows, slowly pulled out a memory fragment with a meager world robe, and slowly put it into the boiling potion.

"Gududu..."

With the white light beads falling into it, Voldemort slowly closed his eyes.

He was feeling the connection between the potion and the memory world, which was the last step in making the potion.

"Boom."

There was a slight cracking sound, and Voldemort frowned immediately.

Bella behind him immediately turned off the fire, and used magic to control the crucible to sink slowly.

Not long after, fragments of broken memories were revealed, and quickly flew back to the point between Voldemort's eyebrows.

"Failed again, right?" Bella asked, resetting the cauldron.

"Yes, Bella, but I've confirmed that it's the daffodils. Maybe I should use daffodils that haven't seen the sun."

Voldemort, who slowly opened his eyes, said in a relaxed tone.

And Bella nodded without saying anything.

For the next ten days, the two tried again.

And at the end, replace the narcissus with the special one.

This time, when the memory fragment sank into it again, there was no rupture.

It rolled in the potion like a fish bubble, and it looked very good.

"Success, Bella, the next thing we have to do is wait." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Waiting?" Bella wondered, "Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for blood of flesh and blood, Bella, I think he'll bring it to me on time, at least within the Hogwarts year."

A happy smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

He does have a reason to be happy, because the day of resurrection is just around the corner.

(End of this chapter)